it is incredible how sleep exists in a painful world
fire across my chest keep me from it
every sound is an ache bellowed in earnestness
etching everything even after you stop to listen to
little hearts that struggle to count the seconds
beating weak but crying tumultuous
every litany in the plangent afterthought of midnight madness
time is supposed to be faster at night
ravishing rivers and roads in the privacy we never had
and the hurt
yearn more; and write if it's me
end my unassailable
dissolve me in to you
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